Sons and Lovers - Daimon Club

In a maze, he wandered out for a drink. Then the lights were out,
and the strange, insane reality of Clara and the drama took hold of
him again.
The play went on. But he was obsessed by the desire to
kiss the tiny blue vein that nestled in the bend of her arm.
He could feel it. His whole face seemed suspended till he had
put his lips there. It must be done. And the other people!
At last he bent quickly forward and touched it with his lips.
His moustache brushed the sensitive flesh. Clara shivered, drew away
her arm.
When all was over, the lights up, the people clapping,
he came to himself and looked at his watch. His train was gone.
"I s'll have to walk home!" he said.